Too Late to Apologize, My Dear AlphaChapter 1
Amid my post-abortion checkup, Dane, my mate and also the powerful Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, once again found a reason to leave. It had become a familiar pattern, one I had grown accustomed to. Initially, his absence stung, as if I had been abandoned, but over time, that sting dulled into a numb acceptance.
Taking my medication after the checkup, my face contorted, tasting its bitter taste scattered in my mouth. It was not the pack's clinic, so the pack members would not have a chance to talk about the situation. Instead, it was a clinic referred to by my mate saying someone vouched for this place.
After that, I returned to the pack house alone, a lingering sense of loneliness trailing me.
Opening my social media account upon my return, I noticed a post where someone tagged Dane.
[Just had a bruise on my cheek, but this one insisted on dragging me to the wolf healer's clinic! He has been accompanying me since. You're still the best!]
I didn't bother confronting Dane about his continued deception. The anger and hurt I might have felt before now seemed like too much effort in a relationship that felt increasingly burdensome.